Refreshing, salt air.
Quartz sand beaches.
Friendly people who say hello without being prompted. Or even pause and share a bit of their life story.
These are among the things we’re savoring now, back in New England (USA).
Right away, we visited Hampton’s North Beach (New Hampshire), where I went wading in the icy waves.
That’s something I do regularly. It’s not quite “polar bear swim” but definitely invigorating.
On another snowy day, we visited Footbridge Beach in Ogunquit, Maine. It was just as exhilarating. As you can see from the red arrow pointing to a guy even more daring than me, I wasn’t the only one wading in the cold, wintry water.
He’d waded in, wearing swimming trunks, until he was waist-deep in the water.
We were impressed by his stamina.
Along the beach, the views were amazing. Looking north, we could see around Kennebunkport. South, I think we could see Bald Head, close to York.
A few days later, we were at York Harbor Beach. There, I rolled up my jeans to keep them dry, and then lifted them as the waves splashed around me.
The water was icy cold, but the setting was serene and lovely… another reminder of why we love New England.
The adventures continue!